Happy Birthday, Me!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, so I turned 32 a few days after Erik. It's true. We grow old together. We complain about sore joints and we aren't even in our 40s yet.

After I noticed his ever-so-slight embarrassment when seeing I posted an awkward photo of him on the blog, I pledged to post one of me, too. But this was a false promise, you see, because there are no awkward photos of myself in existence. They are all adorable.

Like this one, for example:

Faaaabulous!

[Sorry, James, but my best photos are also the ones you are in, too. Bringing you down with me, brother.]